To Speak Of Love

Here we go round the prickly pear

I close my tearless eyes but see

More clear

There is a Kingdom and there is

A beautycase to keep the stolen words

That speak, that speak of love

Here we go round the prickly pear

We pray for mercy and you are the grace

The veil

There is a female smell and then

There is a beautycase to keep the

Stolen words

That speak of love

Here we go round the prickly pear

And I'm doomed to fall but see

The realm

So take the words that I have stolen

Keep them in your beautycase to speak of love

Now that I'm gone